Interlude ترجمة اغنية Lyrics Interlude ترجمة كلمات اغنية

Yeah, lookStraight out the holy land to holdin' gramsTra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with goals and plansLonely man, remember bein' my only fanI'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden handBlood in the soil is over oilCold-hearted, my blood boilsThe spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the foilMan these arms can't reach you, AR's won't recoilGoddamn, I might marry a heiress and move to ParisFuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just perishThirty karats in the goldI wear it to cherish the kings from which we inheritMy chariot is McLarenIt's all numericTalkin' numbers, you incoherentDon't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caringOr not aborting, ah fuck it, it's not importantMy vital organs can't even tell if it's night or morningFinal warning, final warning, final warningEvery morning you'll awake and await mourningWe earn it then we burn it to ashI call it urn moneyMy dog called 40 before he turned 20Money is earned, the rest is inheritedHashish come from Marrakech, all my kush is AmericanMan I feel like a therapist, pistol on me like MaravichI careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance, goddamnMoney, hoes, that's something that you can't chaseI ain't shit but let you eat from the same plateIf you ungrateful then you ain't greatMe and Khaled come from the same placeHuh, holy land, holy landBack when I was holdin' grams just to haul a BenzYeah, holy land, holy landMy father never was a holy man